See the Light by Cassandra Carr Read Free Book Online Page B

they don’t know the real me. No one does. Well, except for you, to a certain extent.”
    “Believe me, I’m familiar with that. The You Can Play project might change things, though. It’s had really widespread support from the NHL and, more importantly, from the players. I wish it had been around when I was playing.”
    “Any guy can do one of those public service announcements saying he supports gay athletes. That doesn’t mean he actually does.”
    “Obviously. But the main point is, you might not have to stay in the closet. And even if you choose to, you shouldn’t be ashamed.”
    His eyes narrowed as he regarded Patrick. “So then why are you still in the closet?”
    “Because I know, like you, that the sport has a long way to go before gays will be openly accepted. Plus with the sex-abuse charges against coaches in the youth and college ranks going on, I didn’t want to give anybody an opening to say I was abusing somebody.”
    The man’s tone held a trace of bitterness, and Jason couldn’t blame him.
    He scooted up and gently kissed Patrick. It was ridiculous to think a man like him would ever abuse someone, but it wasn’t a stretch to see how some homophobic dad would accuse an openly gay coach of molesting his kid. Running the tip of his tongue over the seam of Patrick’s lips, Jason silently asked for entry. Patrick opened to him, and Jason dived inside, exploring Patrick’s mouth with leisurely strokes of his tongue. He’d had a few fumbling kisses in the past, but nothing compared to the way Patrick kissed. It made Jason crave him almost more than the other stuff they did.
    Patrick rolled them and pushed a thigh between Jason’s legs as the two men continued to kiss. The slight pressure on Jason’s cock and balls from Patrick’s weight actually excited him. Turning his head, he coasted over the other man’s stubbled jaw to his neck and pressed openmouthed kisses down the length of it. Patrick shifted to make his journey easier. “Do you like to have your nipples played with? I’ve never done that, you know…to a guy.”
“You’ve done it to a girl?”
    “Back in juniors. I had to act straight.”
Patrick grunted. “Yeah, I do. Do you?”
“I have no idea. No one’s ever done it to me either.”
    Patrick groaned. “Kid, you’re like a blank slate. You’re killing me. I want to do about a million things to you right now.”
“I’m not a kid.”
    “No, you’re not. But since you’re younger than me, I get to call you ‘kid.’”
“Whatever,” he answered with a dismissive snort. “So, um, how do I do this?”
“Do what?”
Jason gestured toward Patrick. “Play with your nipples. Geez. Stay on topic, old man.”
“Fuck you.”
“You wish. I think it would be easier for me if you were on your back. You know, the way I put you before.” He tried to hide the smirk threatening to take over but knew he’d been unsuccessful. Oh well.
    Patrick rolled off him and, with a sweeping motion down his body, said, “Have at it. Just do what comes naturally. Kiss them, lick them, suck them. Use your fingers and roll them. Pinch them. There’s a lot of latitude, so don’t worry you’ll do something I won’t like. If you do, I’ll tell you.”
    Jason frowned at that pronouncement.
“And don’t think so much. Sex is supposed to be fun.”
    Leaning down, Jason swiped the flat of his tongue over one of the already hard nubs, and Patrick’s head fell onto the pillow behind him. With a smile Jason did it a couple more times and then plucked with his fingertips, watching in fascination as the nipple puckered further. Obviously being in a supremely masculine sport with all those puck bunnies chasing the players around meant he’d seen way more than his fair share of female breasts, and he knew they responded to touching, but besides getting hard when he was cold, he’d had no idea male nipples could be so sensitive.
“This is cool.”
     
“You’re telling me. You keep blowing cold